Jan 19
Back from the grave
Sometimes you draw your OC with different hair and it completely resurrects him in your eyes
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Back from the grave
Sometimes you draw your OC with different hair and it completely resurrects him in your eyes
my beloved fine ass springtime family!!!!!! lets be carbon copies of each other and make mama fondly reminisice the past with papa!!!!!! (bust doodles after catching up with the last two botl chapters @chrysanthemumgames)
my sad little skykid ocs..... ore and seph fell at isle at the same time and were attached at the hip, exploring every realm together until they both fell at eden. ore waited and waited in orbit for seph to meet back up with them, but seph never came back. now ore throws themself to eden again and again, giving light to statues in hopes that one of them will be seph waiting for them
locket.
sephiroth is the kind of guy you'd keep a picture of in a locket you wear going to war
you'll look at his picture and smile, the warmest tears you've ever shed rolling down your face, the only regret you die with being that you'll never get to see him again
he's the kind of beautiful that you see once and never forget, the kind that'll never be a memory, the kind that consumes, the kind you'd willingly be consumed by, the one and only
you'll die remembering his name and nothing more
wishing he was there
but he isn't. he arrives when you're already gone. too late.
on the pale snow, your blood spreads, a stream of crimson flowers blooming across the winter
on his pale hands, staining them a cruel red
too late
too late.
your hand clutches your locket with a passionate intensity, even in death.
and he cries, salty pearls, delicate, delicately gorgeous
his ethereality sits in the darkness of death,
an angel kneeling by your side
his silver locks liquid moonlight spilling across the white snow
his chapped lips whispering your name
sacred, lost
never to return
he brings your hand to his lips
a parting kiss
as he lies in the snow, unable to feel its coldness
next to you
and only you.
Something for the fans of seph ouyea ٩( ᐖ )人( ᐛ )و
WHY IS MINIROTH USING THE "ORE" PRONOUN (aka the pronoun for males with a lot of confidence)
WHAT ARE YOU SO CONFIDENT ABOUT
SON YOU ARE TINY
YOU ARE SMOL
YOU ARE LIKE TWELVE
YOU JUST STARTED GOING OUTSIDE A WEEK AGO
SON
🍂 Another Art Fight revenge!
This time I drew Seph, and I decided to lean fully into cozy autumn vibes. Oversized sweaters are one of my favorite things to draw, and they felt like the perfect fit for this adorable little ghost. They seemed like they could use a good comfy sweater XD
This one is for @miraenith! I hope I did your boi justice, your attack for me was so fucking cool sifuhds
To my beautiful princess, happy bday vik <3